And know there is more
And know there is more you cannot see. The wind caressing the ripe willow branches. The snail journeying through a meadow, towards what, I don’t know. The red wing blackbird …
Creative Work
Strayed bits
Parts of me silently drift to the floor, and lay there. A pubic hair by the bathmat, a toenail clipped and missed the trashcan, unseen flakes of skin that might …
Unwinding
Lured, She wound the delicate silver chain round and round and round her belly. Unbreakable, fluid armour pretending to be embellishment. Its cool touch numbs like a cast spell, unnoticed. Worn so …